On my first visit, I got taken to the local bowling club (crown green), where my mother in law (or common-law mother-in-law, to use The Other Half's formula) played. She's a down-to-Earth Yorkshire lass. But of course, she's also white, so was accepted.
Anyway, she wanted to show off her son to her bowling chums.
It was the most extraordinary step back in time. We couldn't go in the main bar, so sat in an odd and nearly deserted other room. And there. we met women in (I guess) their late sixties, who were dressed in the floral prints 1939 in Malaya (I'm thinking
Tenko here), with the lipstick to match.
A fan spun overhead and a large black woman worked quietly in kitchen beyond.
The situation reached utterly surreal levels when one of the women started talking about her son, who had died in a car crash, and whose picture, in his coffin, she carried. Fortunately, common-law father-in-law decided that was enough and we escaped before she could share the picture with us.
If you haven't read those two Tom Sharpe books, BTW, I'd heartily recommend them – very, very funny, in a very, very dark way.
Generally: I would never seek to suggest that there are not problems in that country – but goodness, what country doesn't have them?
Let's also be quite clear – I don't know all the reasons for those problems and some of them may well be connected with cultural issues. But 'culture' has, over history, been changed and is changeable. If it wasn't, we'd all still be living in caves.
And I'd suggest that poverty and lack of opportunity are absolutely crucial here. We know that these things increase crime. We know they increase birthrate. We know they increase all manner of things. This is why meaningful reduction of inequality should be seen as being in the interest of everyone.